Fallout: Equestria - Broken Worlds

Screams of pain and chaos surrounded me. Some ponies were dashing off to find their allocated stables. Others had just given up. They sat crying with their families as their death approached nearer. In the chaos of ponies, it was hard to make out each pony. It was just a blur of pastel colours. I was about to give up myself. Just curl up on the cold green grass and accept my fate. But I had to try first.

“Tracer!” I called out for my Pegasus friend. I’ve known Tracer all my life. We’ve been friends since pre-school. She gets on my nerve at most the times, but the thought of losing her- my best friend- my only friend. Was too much. I was always left out in class. Last one to be picked on the flying team, last one to be picked for anything. It there wasn't a seat at the lunch table, I would sit on my own, but Tracer would be there to confort me.

I fly up and over the ground. My eyes scan each pony praying to Celestia and Luna I could spot here. Then, as if all the other noises of screams and shouting went dead. I heard her call my name.

“Slipstream? Slipstream! Where are you!?” A voice called.

My mother has always said I had good hearing. I could make out the voice exactly. It was hers. I flew down to where I heard it come from and searched, calling out her name. Ponies screamed in my ear and rushed past me.

After a while of searching for her, but not finding anything. Dread filled my heart.  I had to get to the stable, there’s wasn't much time left. I almost thought of giving up and heading to the stable, thinking maybe she had already headed there. But then an orange hoof touched my shoulder and turned me round. I had never felt so relieved to see her standing in front of me. But there was not time for hugs of reunion, we had to get going.

After a long fly over to Stable 111, we made it. We were safe. Or so we thought. There was a long queue of about fifty ponies waiting for entry. Each pony was saying something like.

“I’m on the damn list! Let me in!”

Or

“We’re going to die. We’re gonna fuckin’ die out here!”

I knew I was on the list. I was so paranoid about the war and not getting in the stable, I had checked with Stable-Tec about ten times to make sure I was on the list. So I approached the pony wearing the Stable-Tec uniform with confidence.

“Yer not on the list.” He humphed.

To say I over reacted was an understatement. To say a through a little tantrum was a big understatement, and I may or may not have hit the pony. But after a little talk and a few re-checks of the list he found mine and Tracer’s name.

“Sorry about all that.” I said as I walked through the gate. The stallion only growled.

As I walked in I heard shouts from behind me.

“Why the fuck do they get to go in?!”

“Let us in! We deserve it more!”

Those ponies did deserve it. Just because I helped out with the war effort I got a reserved spot. But every pony has helped out. None of these ponies deserve to die.

I trotted up a small hill to where the stable door was situated. Or should I say, stable lift?

It wasn’t like the stables I had seen before. Those ones where on the side of a mountain. This one was in the floor. We were escorted by Stable-Tec ponies to the stable door. As we placed ourselves on it Tracer’s eyes went wide. She and many other ponies on the lift were staring out at something.

“What?” I asked as I too turned round to see what they were all looking at.

A mega spell. A fucking balefire bomb. It was glowing a slickly evil green as it fell to earth. As it hit the ground it exploded with an ear shattering boom. I could only just make out the Stable-Tec ponies screaming;

“Lower them down! Now!"

As an alarm sounded, the door began to lower into the floor. As we Slowly acceded, all I could see was a green smoky mist from where the bomb fell. When the lift was halfway down. A door at the very stop of the lift shut. Trapping us in complete darkness.

I could only make out the silhouettes of ponies. A large stallion next to me started shaking and I think he may have also been crying.

“T-that was a fuckin’ mega spell! The Zebras…They’ve fuckin gone too far. The world is over!” He cried. Then he added on. “Those ponies out there, waiting to get in. They’re dead.”

The realisation of that hit me hard. All those desperate ponies out there would be dead by now, or worse. Suffering a long and draw out death as their flesh was eaten by radiation.

“Now, now.” A Stable-Tec pony said. “You’re safe. That’s what matters.”

That was bull shit. Every pony deserved to be safe. It didn’t matter if we were safe when there are thousands- no, millions of ponies out there who weren’t. It almost felt like Stable-Tec didn’t care.

The rest of the journey down was in silence. No pony wanted to talk. Not now. The lift stopped at the bottom and the doors opened. We we’re greeted by a White mare with a peach main. Her name was Pearl and apparently she was our Overmare. She showed us where to go to get our Stable Barding. A mare was handing them out at the top of the stairs.

I got changed into the Stable uniform. It had the number 111 printed all over it. The barding was a deep blue colour with a yellow strip around the edges. Since it was blue, it almost blended into my blue coat. A mare who was with us asked when we were going to get our Pip-Bucks. I was a little disappointed when he said they were only for Stable-Tec staff.

We were told to follow a Purple buck to where we were staying. I’m guessing they were going to assign us rooms. Hopefully with beds. I was desperately tired.

“If you will just follow me we will take you to the decontamination chambers.” The purple buck said.

“The what?” Tracer said as she raised her eyebrow.

The buck went onto explain how we would have been exposed to high levels of radiation when the mega spell went off, and he wanted make sure we were rad free when we went into the stable.

I entered into the pod. It was a tight squeeze. Luckily I wasn’t claustrophobic, so I didn’t mind. The purple buck closed the door. He smiled.

“This will only take a moment!” He said as he pushed various buttons on the control panel.

After a few moments of button pushing something was sprayed into my pod. Then I felt very sleep…. very, very sleepy, and cold. This wasn’t right. Maybe it was just the drug they used or something. I don’t know. My brain was too tired to think. I struggled to keep my eyes open. To fight the tiredness. After a long battle of keeping my eyes open, I gave up and closed them. Little did I know that they would not open for many, many years.